“The Charm of Camilla” by Tami Boehle-Satterfield

Sweet goat

Your head smelled sweet as fresh cut hay.
S w e e t,
Like a new born baby
Smells soft and full and round.
The top of your bony head
Polled.

Between your ears,
The sweet orchard honey scent.
The space
Between your eyes,
Your forehead –
A summer morning’s bouquet.

Each night, I took a sniff
And a kiss,
And then another.
Drinking in your aura –
This wonderful spirit.
My nightly drug.

My inspiration taken in with deep pitch
And for duration.
The rising hiss of an “s” sound,
Ahhhh on exhalation.
Eau de parfume,
Old goat.

What rosey reckoning are you?
Mother fostering Zeus.
Ancient companion,
Scapegoated,
Tagged with human suffering,
And sent off in sacrifice.

I am grateful
Of your steady,
Patient,
Sure footed nature
On an unforgiving march
To the mountain top.

My nightly talisman.
A Lovely lovey.
Touchstone.
A rub and a sniff
For good luck
Breathing it, in like God’s grace.

March 2013

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